Dimensional Descent

"We challenge you," Verma's gentle voice echoed. She flapped her gorgeous red-gold wings, and the world was filled with a whirlwind of delicate feathers that looked like the embers of creation.

Leonel's eyes narrowed, wild sparks of lightning threatening to bring his Dreamscape crumbling down, but he controlled it, the slight change to his expression after such a long spurt of emotionlessness.

However, despite his indifference on the surface, he was grinning so wide on the inside that Aina had to bite her own lip to the point of drawing blood to keep herself neutral. To outside observers, it looked as though Aina was having trouble controlling herself again while Leonel was running up to the end of his rope.

Verma pecked her beak at the air, but rather than pulling something out from a hidden void like Somnus had, there was a sonorous call that suddenly filled the skies.

Minerva frowned. 'What the hell was going on?' She hadn't really thought much of Verma speaking. After all, if they were challenging in the Force Pill Crafting stream, then it was Verma's right. She was the Force Pill Crafter of their group. But she didn't like this.

"My apologies, Master Minerva," Verma bowed toward Minerva. "I am but a beast, and my methods aren't as sophisticated as Sir Talon or Sir Somnus. I can only use these crude methods."

A Celestial Ember Race elder with wings that blotted out the skies and could envelop the entire city suddenly appeared in the air. With a tap of its claws, the world shook, and Minerva paled. This elder was far stronger than her; she would have to call the real Ancestors of the Owlan Race here to deal with this, but this matter was being completely under her control. This came completely out of left field.

Luckily, with a flap of its enormous wings, the elder Celestial Ember vanished, piercing through the Bubble veil as though it wasn't there at all.

Verma flapped her wings, and the ring that fell from the skies gently came to a stop in the air before being pushed toward Leonel.

check the contents and ensure that

the materials. What a joke; even the likes of Minerva, who could shatter his body with

swept his senses

on the list," Leonel said lightly, his tone seeming to tremble slightly. It was almost imperceptible, and to a layman, he would have sounded as though he maintained a steady rhythm the entire time. But

forward all

her actions, nor did she have to. All that mattered was that Leonel would understand. She

frowned, not understanding. Had the Owlans grown greedy? Did they think that by allowing Verma to take the reins, they could be one step removed from whatever happened from here on out?

that his plans hadn't gone as perfectly as he wanted, but it wasn't all bad either. There was still a chance here

inwardly. This

in a fist. "And

Pill using any three poison Force Pills of the Seventh Dimension.

in the audience sucked

on the other end. This was a realm that was pursued by countless Force Pill Crafters... to be able to

move could be seen as kindness only if you were a naive layman. By not giving Aina and Leonel the three poisons she would use herself, they had to guess from

his challenge refusal, but he had also set the parameters for what treasures would equate to his Life Tablet and Segmented Cube himself. He no longer had the grounds to refuse based

the round began, it took Leonel and Aina upwards of an hour just to pick